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city of love painted crimson but not for the passion and hope but for the blood staining the streets in unworthy unbelonging abode. and i'm sorry. there is a place inside me that aches and screams and yearns and apologises. those who committed these acts of ****** are not muslims as they so proudly call themselves, there is only one word for this type of man and it is murderer.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
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city of love painted crimson but not for the passion and hope but for the blood staining the streets in unworthy unbelonging abode. and i'm sorry. there is a place inside me that aches and screams and yearns and apologises. those who committed these acts of ****** are not muslims as they so proudly call themselves, there is only one word for this type of man and it is murderer.
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